It's the quiet moments,
where silence meets serenity,
that's felt as the comforting
abode in stillness.

Meeting known truths
while feeding souls in every,
solitude befalls rain
as angel speak tempers.

Forging atoms into oblivion
dreams, colliding as thoughts,
paint swirls stirring-drifting
into sweet lullabies.

01/30/2010

Posted on 01/30/2010
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